>>521021179Of the big lake, they called Gitche GumeeThe lake, it is said, never gives up her deadWhen the skies of November turn gloomyWith a load of iron ore, twenty-six thousand tons moreThan the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed emptyThat good ship and true was a bone to be chewedWhen the gales of November came early
They are the ghosts... of cape horn
>>521021216The ship was the pride of the American sideComing back from some mill in WisconsinAs the big freighters go, it was bigger than mostWith a crew and good captain well seasonedConcluding some terms with a couple of steel firmsWhen they left fully loaded for ClevelandAnd later that night when the ship's bell rangCould it be the north wind they'd been feeling?
>>521021280The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale soundAnd a wave broke over the railingAnd every man knew, as the captain did too'Twas the witch of November come stealingThe dawn came late, and the breakfast had to waitWhen the gales of November came slashin'When afternoon came, it was freezin' rainIn the face of a hurricane west wind
Bring out old Dan's records
>>521021375When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin'"Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya"At seven p.m., a main hatchway caved in, he said"Fellas, it's been good to know ya"The captain wired in he had water comin' inAnd the good ship and crew was in perilAnd later that night when his lights went outta sightCame the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
>>521021179Just watched a Lore Lodge episode about this
>>521021496Does anyone know where the love of God goesWhen the waves turn the minutes to hours?The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish BayIf they'd put 15 more miles behind herThey might have split up or they might have capsizedThey may have broke deep and took waterAnd all that remains is the faces and the namesOf the wives and the sons and the daughters
Daddy didn't like what the white man said'Bout the dirty little kid at his sideDaddy didn't like what the white man didNor the deal or the way that he lied
>>521021591Lake Huron rolls, Superior singsIn the rooms of her ice-water mansionOld Michigan steams like a young man's dreamsThe islands and bays are for sportsmenAnd farther below Lake OntarioTakes in what Lake Erie can send herAnd the iron boats go as the mariners all knowWith the gales of November remembered
>>521021714In a musty old hall in Detroit, they prayedIn the Maritime Sailors' CathedralThe church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine timesFor each man on the Edmund FitzgeraldThe legend lives on from the Chippewa on downOf the big lake, they call Gitche GumeeSuperior, they said, never gives up her deadWhen the gales of November come early
>>521021591The first lines of this stanza are more impactful than most songs, full stop. 31 rings for the Edmund Fitzgerald
Remembered. RIP good ship and crew.
could i... find love on the Chippewa ?
>>521022013Agreed, fren. Hauntingly powerful. Pour one out for the good crew and captain.
